Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1

Ophelia:

O, What a noble mind is here o’erthrown!

The courtier's, soldier's, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword;

The expectancy and rose of the fair state,

The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,

The observ’d of all observers quite, quite down!

And I of ladies most deject and wretched,

That suck'd the honey of his music'd vows;

Now see that noble, and most sovereign reason,

Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh,

That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth,

Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,

To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!